There was a time. When I thought I knew. Everything about. This great big world. Until I met you. Into my life. Like a brand new sun. Now I find my home.
Speed lab, speed lab. On the edge of an artichoke farm. We work through harm. Tweaked and well paid. . We forgave what the chemicals did. To our hands, lungs and face.
Well, the first time that I saw ya. You looked down and out. And I had my doubts about you. But baby, since I've come to know ya. I ain't got no doubts, what it's about.
Come gather 'round and listen. If you can get that near. If not, we'll use a microphone. So that all poor souls can hear. . And hold hands in a circle.
In the seconds between the safety unlocks and the shot. The story is clear of distortions and tears and youll know why. . Were on mulholland drive. Can you survive a look inside?.
Sometimes when you get mystic. I have to leave the room. Another accident statistic. While the big bass drum goes boom. There's an apocalypse now on station road.
You quit the band and got a job. Decided to take a wife then you stood still. And I went on and almost lost my life. . No, I don't wanna be in your shoes.
It's a twenty-four hour operation with a skeleton staff. The profits almost double when they cut the work force in half. The boss votes the way the money goes and the flags fly at half-mast.
From the haunts of daily life. Where is waged the daily strife. Common wants and common cares. Cuts the human heart with tears. . Rise like lions after a slumberin'.
The day begins with CNN. And it looks like World War III. The forecast calls for freezing rain. It doesn't matter much to me. The Wheel of Fortune never turns, it's all insanity.
If I die tomorrow. Don't read too much into this song. I'll be as surprised as you are. I always get predictions wrong. If I die tomorrow. Break out and play my best guitars.
You know that guy. Who stole your girlfriend. Away from you in the summer of '95. He's going to die. . You know her name. Sits in your brain like a tumor.
When there's not enough rigor but there's too much rigor mortis. You've got to ration love because you know that there's a shortage. She'll take you with a pinch of salt.
You spin around and turn on me. Stop me in my crash. You wanna be somebody else. Say, you won't be back. . Your bourgeois friends call you, dear. Deal you like a card.
Saw you standing in the darkness. With your back against the wall. And your eyes looked kind of distant. Then I knew you'd seen it all. . It was then that you betrayed me.
Well, the streets are doing a war dance. As their sight is restored to the blind. And I'm sifting trash on the off chance. That there might be something to find.
My old flame, my wife, poor ghost old love. My old flame, my wife. One day in June, I drove by our old house in Maine. Everything changed for the best, how quivering and fierce we were.
No Krishna, Buddha, Jesus in my soul. 'Til the sun breaks through again. Down into nothing as I lose myself. In the perfections of Zen. She said: I got the answer.
Dad, I watched you fall. And split your head on the dock. I couldn't bear to see a lion so meek. In the Francis Jay Memorial Wing, so I never came. . My family tree is me.
Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my mother. And I'm their bastard son. Though my roots show through I'm just 22. I don't belong to anyone. When the band was disbanded, I was disowned.